Flooded by waves of colourful content,

Drowned in new ideas,

Struggling to breathe underwater,

Slowly beaten by my fears.

Inspiration bursting from my lungs like laughter,

Excitement burning in my chest,

Struggling to contain the images,

Of which I'm sure will be my best.

See, sometimes when my feed is full of wondrous new art,

It can leave me quite depressed.

I can't draw like that.

But sometimes it creates a little spark,

And leads me down a whole new path,

One full of creativity and progression,

One leading to new art.

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